* * * Max’s POV * * *
Those obsidian eyes are blinking rapidly as they watch me. Flickering from vacant to alert and intense.
“Alpha Charles, you are to submit for questioning,” I tell him.
“Alpha Charles can’t come forth,” Alpha Charles says with a raspy voice. His eyebrows crease as an intense look of concentration crosses his face.
“Who are you?” I ask, trying to broach this from a different angle.
“I am David... NOOO... sorry, control is difficult. He’s strong. I am his wolf,” the voice called David says.
‘Jason, I need you to bring me Dorothy.’ I speak through the mind-link to my pack.
“David, I know someone who may be able to help. Will you talk if we can help? Can you keep control?” I ask him.
He begins rubbing his forehead and occasionally shakes his head. After a while, he speaks. “Yes, I can keep control. I will tell you what you need to know,” he says, grimacing as though it is truly exhausting.
Dorothy comes jogging out of the tree line, slowing to a cautious walk, when
